Wednesday, August 31, 2011

time: a stage in area | a poem by a faust

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the poet has been playing with html
there are many ways to escape sorrow, no?


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time 
a stage in area 
pursuing the act 
– or 

to the heights 


of 
not 
yet 
remembered 



sublime 
dramatic 


      

each peak        
(to me)(will be) 
more real 



  
reviewing the fact 
– or 

brilliant 
lights 


of 
not 
yet 
dismembered 



Divine 
Chromatic 



      
the weak        
(you see) 
(in me) 
will heal